Illignoble is a good word.
I started with the word IGI, which is sort of the middle of ORIGIN. I've been playing around with the idea of 'origin' for the last couple days. Finally I asked myself what kind of origin I had. It's an interesting idea after all.
Ill. Sick. Amazing. Awesome. An amazing origin. Beyond family or community- but of the fabric of the universe itself. A product of your ultimate context, which, ultimately, is ultimate. Hah. I am of amazing origins. A member of the universal family. Brother to the stars and the celestial bodies.
ILL IGI... illigi. Cool. Sounds like illegal, sort of.
But then I thought... wait, if I'm of amazing origins, which is the same origin as everything else, isn't that also kind of common? The word 'ignoble' means that you're from a common ancestry. Something along the lines of 'that which is not special'- something that is not noble, which is kind of separate from everyone else.
I started playing around with positioning of letters and landed at...
ILLIGNOBLE.
Of amazing common ancestry.
A person of illignoble ancestry is amazing because they are of the common fabric. Which is to say that the exceptional person- the noble person- the person who believes they are separate is also illignoble. It's not quite an entitlement thing, but something to recognize. You can't work towards becoming illignoble, you can't be born illignoble or marry into it. Being illignoble is the same as being anything. In fact, you were illignoble before you were you. Before you were born. You were illignoble before the universe began.
Amazing for the simple fact of being. It is of the every-day miracle. The only way to deal with being illignoble is to recognize that you're already amazing. Everything I do is illignoble. I can do nothing other than being illignoble. It is not a choice. It is the condition of every particle in the known galaxy. Rivers and streams are illignoble, so are mountains, and thieves, and killers, and dirty socks, and rocket ships, and broken bottles, and that feeling you get when a firework explodes on the fourth of July. All emotion is the expression of being illignoble. All artwork, science, history- every expression is a reflection of being illignoble.
Every piece of art reflects my lifestyle. Every work of music, every emotion, every moment.
I AM ILLIGNOBLE.
Illignoble is a good word.
I started with the word IGI, which is sort of the middle of ORIGIN. I've been playing around with the idea of 'origin' for the last couple days. Finally I asked myself what kind of origin I had. It's an interesting idea after all.
Ill. Sick. Amazing. Awesome. An amazing origin. Beyond family or community- but of the fabric of the universe itself. A product of your ultimate context, which, ultimately, is ultimate. Hah. I am of amazing origins. A member of the universal family. Brother to the stars and the celestial bodies.
ILL IGI... illigi. Cool. Sounds like illegal, sort of.
But then I thought... wait, if I'm of amazing origins, which is the same origin as everything else, isn't that also kind of common? The word 'ignoble' means that you're from a common ancestry. Something along the lines of 'that which is not special'- something that is not noble, which is kind of separate from everyone else.
I started playing around with positioning of letters and landed at...
ILLIGNOBLE.
Of amazing common ancestry.
A person of illignoble ancestry is amazing because they are of the common fabric. Which is to say that the exceptional person- the noble person- the person who believes they are separate is also illignoble. It's not quite an entitlement thing, but something to recognize. You can't work towards becoming illignoble, you can't be born illignoble or marry into it. Being illignoble is the same as being anything. In fact, you were illignoble before you were you. Before you were born. You were illignoble before the universe began.
Amazing for the simple fact of being. It is of the every-day miracle. The only way to deal with being illignoble is to recognize that you're already amazing. Everything I do is illignoble. I can do nothing other than being illignoble. It is not a choice. It is the condition of every particle in the known galaxy. Rivers and streams are illignoble, so are mountains, and thieves, and killers, and dirty socks, and rocket ships, and broken bottles, and that feeling you get when a firework explodes on the fourth of July. All emotion is the expression of being illignoble. All artwork, science, history- every expression is a reflection of being illignoble.
Every piece of art reflects my lifestyle. Every work of music, every emotion, every moment.
I AM ILLIGNOBLE.
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